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Dear Mrs. Buquoi, You don't know how grateful I am For what you have done for me. You helped me speak. You helped me see. You helped me fight. You helped me fly. You're an angel sent by God.
Let it be True Let it be Real Let the rain wash away and Let the Sun bring a New Day
The rain drop shape tears of the dads of young soldiers who never came home
There is so much stress There is so much pain also There is still some hope There is even some light now There is light right now There is you, my one true love There is always you
Tender, sweet heart is full Light reflects elegantly, Last forever please
When I was a little boy